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that you have a destiny before you."

Londo glanced away, impatient, anticipating a chastisement. "Yes, it was just a thought, nothing more."

"Well, take this for what little it will profit you. As I look at you, Ambassador Mollari, I see a great hand reaching out of the stars. The hand is your hand. And I hear sounds, the sounds of billions of people calling your name."

Londo's eyebrows rose hopefully. "My followers?"

Elric dropped his false smile. "Your victims."

Londo's expression had frozen, yet the same arrangement of features that a moment ago had conveyed hope, now seemed filled with unease.

Elric took that for his reward, modest as it was. He turned and made his way to the security checkpoint.

A number of the security guards had gathered about the hatch of the Ondavi. Once he passed through the checkpoint, Elric quickly found himself surrounded. John Sheridan was hidden among them.

Elric had no energy or patience for further delays. He had not anticipated this action and didn't understand what might be motivating it. "What is the meaning of this?"

John held up a calming hand and spoke softly. "Your friend Ing-Radi contacted me. I should be angry at everything you left out when you told me your plan. But I understand why you did it. And I have to say I agree with her. The techno-mages need a leader like you." He smiled.

The guards parted, making a slight opening near the hatch of the Ondavi. An illusion of Elric appeared beside him and walked through the opening into the ship. Ing-Radi, standing inside, nodded to him. The circle of security guards closed, and they began talking and laughing among themselves, walking down the docking bay toward the hatch of the Crystal Cabin. He was sheltered within them, unobserved.

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